The Good Girl *EDITING*

Chapter One.

- Darcy's POV -

My father was offered to have a new job in the United Kingdom, all of  our family had to leave. Leaving all my best friend is horrible, I can't believe I won't be able to see them anymore in real life. Just Skype. We just arrived two days ago., this isn't something I'd like to call home. Like never. 

I will get used to it. Today is my first day at school. New people, new teachers, new miss popular, new shit. I heard my mother calling me from upstairs.

"Fine mother, I'm coming!" I shout as I get out of my room.  Our house was kind of tiny, way  too tiny. It was a one story house, known as a ranch style house.

"Honey first days are always awkward, it's okay." My father says, smiling.

"Can I just go back to the US by myself?" I mutter. I  really don't wanna face new people.

"Darcy we discussed that 20 times. Get over it." My mother snaps.

"Sorry, I'm just stressed." I apologise. One of the things I hate to do, is upset my mother.

The ride to school is quite. I just got my phone and started playing Chandelier by Sia.

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier

from the chandelier

I'm finally there. I look at the school, everyone looks so happy. A couple kissing, girls reading... Typical. In my old school, we  thought British people are wkward in my old school.

But you're in a new one now, in England; my subconscience reminds me

I get out of the car and get my back pack.

"Darcy, I know you can make it." I  here my father shouting out of the car.

"Thanks." I say as I walk inside. People are literally looking at me. 

Just walk calmly, don't speak.

"Welcome to Hayland's High School. I'm Danielle." Two girls suddenly stand in font of me. 

"And I'm Eleanor." The girl next to Danielle says.

"Darcy." Is all I managed to say.

"You're American. OH MY GOD!" Danielle screams, shit.

"Yes I am." I weekly smile.

"What do you have first period?" Eleanor asks

"English." I mutter. English was my less favorite subject of school. Actually all of them.

"Mrs. Winston hates Americans. You're totally ruined. She thinks you stole our language. I've got to admite. She's crazy." Danielle says.

I knew the first day is going to be bad.

"Any of you guys have English?" I ask.

"Nope, Danielle has physics and I have maths." Eleanor says.

"Fingers crossed." I sigh.

"Don't worry. We'll meet at lunch." Danielle smiles.

"Bye." I say as I look for room 231. Here it is, at the end of the hall.

I open the door and get inside, about three students were here. Nobody bothered to talk to me. Who cares? As the bell rang, plenty of students got in. The teacher got inside too, she was in her mid 50s, grey hair starting to show up from her head. 

"This year, we've got two new students. Ms. Williams and Mr. Styles, may you please stand up?" She introduces with her thick British accent.

I stand up, and this guy with curly hair stands up as well. He's kind  of cute.